End of the Road
Like many political administrations before it, the current one was now at the end of the road and fading fast . . .
Like many political administrations before it, the current one was now at the end of the road and fading fast . . .
In spite of his girlfriend not wanting to move to DC, Tom hoped he would get the Assistant Secretary of Wading Bird Affairs spot. Surely, if needed, there would be other long legged birds in Washington . . .
Now that the election brouhaha was over, the majority of voters claimed they had been leaning right all along, but a few were still not ready to commit . . .
Purrrfect, the cat, wondered why sleeping dogs got to lie (with no penalty) and how they could lie if they were really sleeping. Did that mean politicians who lie before Congress invoked the “Sleeping Dog Clause . . .”?
As it turned out, it was not an argument between Hillary and Bill about whether they should attend the Trump inauguration or what they would tweet, but just another glorious Texas Sunset . . .
The voting line was long, so Jeremiah, very hungry, ate one of the other voters, but first asked who he was voting for. The polling place monitors said that did not let him vote twice . . .